“What’s that?” Deacon asked.
“Ah, nothing.”
The Sinclair Curse had struck again.
I can never tell my father this or I’ll never hear the end of it.
Damon had fallen in lust at first sight. In love at first hand-job.
Now how to get past their first date into a happily ever after?
CHAPTER 9
Marlie got her first dick pic as she was waiting for Jeff to fetch her jacket.
“What the…?”
A picture of Dick Van Dyke grinned at her via text.
She had to laugh. A glance up showed Damon smirking at her.
Marlie still couldn’t get over what she’d done at a holiday party in the host’s guest room.
Shameless.
Jeff would be so proud when she told him.
And speaking of Jeff. The guy had been difficult all night. Just when she’d grab hold of him, he’d disappear then reappear with no explanation except, “It’s a party, Marlie. People want me, what can I say?”
She couldn’t blame him for socializing. Besides, she’d had so much fun not worrying about anything, to include Ben’s snide glances or McBoob’s nasty stares.
Her phone pinged again. This time she studied an image of Dick Sargent, whom she recognized from her Mom’s obsession with the old Bewitched television show.
“Who’s texting you?”
Marlie showed Jeff her phone.
“Huh?”
“He’s sending me Dick pics.”
He laughed. “Bet the next one you get is Dick York.”
“How do you even know who that is? I only know because my mom loves that old show. Dick York played the character, Darren, before Dick Sargent took over for him.”
“I know because I love dick.” Jeff paused to let that sink it. “Ha. Get it?”
She rolled her eyes.
He cringed. “Sorry. I admit, that was both immature and plain bad. But I actually love the show. It’s cute.”
Hmm. She studied her friend. “You just happened to be into an old show my mom watches on her classic TV channel?”
“Hey, sometimes older is better.”
“My, my. Don’t you sound defensive?” What was her friend hiding?
“Shut up. Let’s go.”
